In the charming Lisbon neighbourhood, there was an old-fashioned wine shop in the company of the finest and most traditional wines, dwelled a craft beer named “Alfaia”. But, unlike those wines, Alfaia had no history, no background, no soul. Not even a label.

Alfaia was lost, a beer that believes she’s a wine. For instance, she is shorter than the other wines, foamier, thicker… but, then, she is served into a wine glass and her cork pops open like champagne.

A character was born. And we were face to face with black sheep of the family.